sweet sixteen (kellic)

chapter 1

Vic drove up to the new school, where I had to now attend. I was afraid of this from the moment Vic said that I would have to go to school again. The school was much larger than the one I went to when I lived with my parents. Speaking of parents. Vic had spoke to them and they were not happy to hear something about me again. And it still hurts me that they threw me away like some garbage. There are good Christians, and there are Christian fanatics, and so my parents belong to the latter. They unofficially allowed Vic to become my guardian. It's kind of weird when your boyfriend is also your unofficial guardian, but our relationship in itself is one big oddity. Also, Vic managed to persuade my parents to sign some documents so that I would be accepted to school, but in exchange they asked never to receive news from me again. Perfect for me because I'm ready to start life with Vic from scratch, even if I even have to go to school.

I've already missed half the school year, maybe I should start going to school in September? I asked.
"I said that you will go to school this year, and you will go to school whether you like it or not," Vic answered.
"Stop pretending to be a boss," I said, looking from the school building to Vic.
"I just want the best for you." And you better hurry, or you'll be late for classes, "said Vic.

I lowered my head. I do not want to get out of the car. I'm so calm with Vic, but from the mere thought that now I'll have to go out to meet strangers, from whom you don't know what to expect, it becomes scary. "Hey," Vic called softly to me and began to stroke my cheek. "Everything will be fine" Vic kissed my lips. It's good that he has a tinted car, and not a single student will see this kiss, because I do not want to get the nickname "hey faggot" from the first day. No, I am not ashamed of my orientation, but it is worth remembering what my parents did when they found out about the it. Teenagers are too cruel, so I want to leave this part of my life outside of school to avoid being bullied. "We'll see each other soon, time will fly by very quickly," said Vic, pulling back.
"I hope so," I muttered back.
"Stop it."
"Stop what?"
"Stop looking at me like a homeless puppy," said Vic, but I made my eyes look even more compassionate.

Maybe if I can make him feel sorry, then he will change his mind about going to school. Vic leaned in my direction and kissed me, moving his lips slowly. I love these moments. "I almost forgot," said Vic, drawing back. He opened the glove compartment and took out a credit card from him, which he immediately handed me. "In case of emergency. Use it wisely." "
"Okay," I replied, and took a credit card.
"Now go to school," said Vic, grinning. I groaned and looked at Vic again with a prayer, but he apparently was not going to give up.
"Alright, alright," I grumbled. "See you later."
"See you," Vic answered and kissed me one last time before I got out of the car.

As soon as I got out of the car, he immediately left, probably because he knew that I could try to get back into the car, or, probably, because now he returns home not at 3 a.m., but at 8 a.m. , and therefore wants to get enough sleep before he leaves for work again during the day. With every step towards the school building, anxiety grew in me. I absolutely knew how to make friends, but here I do not know anyone. Although, not having friends didn't really bother me, because I always preferred to stay on my own. Some did not pay attention to me at all, and some, having examined me without much interest, went further. Having received my schedule, I headed to the office where the first lesson would be held. I feel independent, because this is the first time in a long time that I have been doing something myself, without the help of Vic. I must be stronger, because if I survived a whole month on the street, I will survive and attend school.

Due to the fact that I did not go to school for a couple of months, I seriously lagged behind my peers, and I can't even tell the teachers about it, because I missed everything because I was busy having sex with my pimp guy. Apparently, you have to work hard. It seemed that everyone did not care about the new student, all were absorbed in their own lives. Even sometimes there was a feeling that my teachers did not notice me either. The school was boring, especially compared to the life that I used to live in recent times. I almost became a prostitute, and I'm sure that in this school, at first glance, it seemed that I was an ordinary student, like everyone else, but I had so many secrets and a loving guy who was much cooler than anyone in this school. Love is a great thing. I often recall the moment when Vic and I opened up to each other and what happened then.

What will happen? Well, now I know the answer to this question. While I was a virgin, I didn't care so much, I didn't care when I had sex, but now I have a great desire every time I just look at Vic. I am not a nymphomaniac, I just love Vic so much, and I want to show him all my love in this way, but he firmly stood his decision. We even sleep in different rooms. I hope Vic softens his rules before I am eighteen.

Although Vic promised that time would fly by quickly, it lasted a very long time at school. After the third lesson, I packed up my things with lightning speed and left the school. Vic, I think, already at work, so I have to spend the night alone. He also said that after classes his driver, Ed, would come for me, and this is another bonus to being a rich man's guy. I asked Vic not to send a limo for me, because I did not want to stand out, and looking around I saw Ed standing near a black SUV, and mentally thanked Vic. We met Ed already, he was a pleasant person, and it was even somehow funny that in my new life my only friend is an old driver.

"Hi Ed. Is Vic still at home?" I asked hopefully as I approached the car. "I'm afraid he already left for work," Ed answered. It became a little sad, but it was to be expected. Ed drove me home, and all the way I persuaded him to take me to the club to Vic, although Vic gave him instructions that he would not take me there under any pretext. He does not want me to come into contact with this way of life, although I have already done it a long time ago. Sometimes Vic treats me like a child, but in some ways I liked him caring. Ed dropped me off near the house, and went on business. The rest of the day I played video games, watched TV, heated my food in the microwave, because apart from cakes I really couldn't cook. I wanted to wait for Vic to arrive, but towards midnight I was too tired, so I went to my room. I woke up early, the sun was just beginning to rise. A gentle kiss on the cheek woke me.

"I thought we could no longer sleep in one room," I muttered and, turning over to the other side, pressed against Vic. "I know, but I miss you," Vic answered and pressed me closer to him.